Finally, after a long time, here comes a genre-defying movie. Not formula, not art, nor the golden mean between the two. Viruddh, instead, is a poetic little movie with a prosodic rhythm and pace. Throughout the unexpected and rather cranky twists in the film, the sonnet-like touch redeems it. A simple story evocatively told, it plays gently on your heart's strings, without once being overbearing - and like a sanitized, children's version of a fairy tale, it underplays the tragedy, while relating the enviably beautiful parts with ease.